The creative mind makes sadness beautiful,
But does that not mean it is full of lies?
Pain is not pretty, scars are not stunning my dear.

It's the want of turning frowns into smiles,
Or the desire to turn tears into starlight waterfalls.

We constantly crave to change things,
Sometimes you just need to let a feeling come and go,
Like the moon conflicting with the sun.
They do their dance throughout the year,
Sometimes more sun than moon, vice versa.

But, who really wins in the end?
Well darling, you do.

You always do.